This is a song about "Throwback"

Slowly round me gathers a crowd

We wake up, i go to work, she leave out

Facing me around, take another round

After he just got out, 15 years to count

When we ride!it's the imperial serial killer

Slick rick, de la soul, and rakim spit sicker,

Still moving forward like a 2 year old

You're like the sun and winter, my pot of gold

"contemplate", i wrote about her

"hi there, you hungry, how can i cater?"

Birkin' baby, go merk 'em baby

This old bastard will kill me?

I swear these off rhyme bums are full of hate

Might fuck around, throw a grenade